It's Friday, I've had a hell of a week at work and I'm knackered. I came home, sat on the sofa, no TV and just wanted to chill with a cup of tea before starting to do dinner. Told DH and DS3, 12 years old, who were the only other people in the house, "Just give me 10 minutes to get my head together."
So, variously I had DS3 wanting the TV on. So he put it on and then walked off out of the room. Some stupid bloody cartoon blaring away to itself. So I turn the TV off.
DH came into the room, turned the main light on (It wasn't dark) then walked out again. So I turn the light off. He comes in and turns it on again, then turns the radio on, loudly, on the TV. Then buggers off again. So I turn it off.
Then, dogs go beserk, crash goes the front door and my bloody mother just walked in, without a by your leave, shrieking "Yoo Hoo" at the top of her voice. Her explanation "Oh, I just thought I'd drop in on the way past. The door was on the latch" She lives 20 minutes away, and must have diverted to come to my house.
So I am now sat here, grumpy, with a banging headache, thinking just leave me the fuck alone for 10 sodding minutes. 